Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.